That's Life
Drifting along with the tumble weeds
used and discarded in a throw away world
that's life
a useless smile of imagination
created by false pretense
conjuring up images of a happy existence
propped loosely upon shards of clay
but really sinking in slowly with every step
a neglected soul wallowing alone
as others swallow all that's known
red drops of rembrance paint darkened halls
another day about to take the fall
stand tall and don't believe them all
worth is not measured in what you own
but what you do
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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